it. He had been my best friend since middle school, when he helped me put the beat down on five niggas who were trying to get a jump on me for my Spiderman comic book. Delco came from an upper-middle class family. His father was a plastic surgeon, who made some good paper and his mother was a stay at home mom. He could have gone to college but he chose to run the streets with me instead.
“ Hello Tyga,” shorty who had been working the pole earlier purred. She had changed into a little silver dress and was now working the room. She had some sexy bedroom eyes, and some big red lips that looked like they were made for sucking dick.
“ What’s your name ma?” I asked her.
“ Delicious,” she replied giving me a seductive smile. “We met the last time you came by.”
“ I remember,” I smiled back, giving her a suggestive look. “You think I could forget a body like yours.” I licked my lips. “You want to show a nigga some of your moves in my office in the back?”
“Sure thing.” She was smiling even bigger now. I had that effect on these stripper bitches in this joint. When they looked at me, they saw money and thought if they fucked the head nigga in charge they would be getting some of it. Stupid hoes.
I told my boy I would holler at him later and led shorty to my office in the back. I sat on the leather sofa and she started doing her thing. I slapped her on the ass and told her to nix the dancing and take her clothes off because I’d been watching her doing that shit all night and a nigga was just ready to get down to business. While she got undress, I unbuckled my pants and slipped out my junk. Shorty got down on her knees before me and slipped my dick in her warm, wet mouth. She bobbed up and down the dick and took it deep in the back of her throat. I fucked her in the mouth until I was close to nutting, and then slipped on a magnum and made her ride me until I came. She had a tight head game and pussy, so I took her number and promised to give her a call.
That night when I got home I immediately slipped in the shower . I was just happy Angel was already asleep, because a nigga did smell like he had been creeping. I dried off, slipped under the covers beside her and took her into my arms. She mumbled something unintelligible in her sleep and I kissed her on the forehead and ran my fingers through her hair. I wasn’t going to lie; I was really feeling this little shorty, that’s why I kept her around even though that wasn’t how I rolled. She was the baddest chick I knew. She had the tightest, best feeling pussy I ever fucked and I never enjoyed being in anyone’s company as much as I did hers. I definitely wouldn’t disrespect her for another bitch, but everyone knew variety is the spice of life.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ANGEL
After a day of back to school shopping with Keya I arrived at Tyga’s loft with my hands overflowing with shopping bags. My girl and I were heading into our senior year of high school in a couple of weeks and our gear had to be on point. I used my key to open the door and took the elevator up. I spent so much time at his spot my bay manned up and gave me a key. As soon as the elevator doors opened into the loft, I dumped my shopping bags on the floor. I’d been toting those things around all day and now I had a crick in my neck. My man and his best friend were lounging on the couch playing the PlayStation. The air in the apartment was saturated with the smell of weed, so I knew those two were probably burning that shit all day. When I left this morning they were busy counting money via a money counting machine. I swore I had never seen so much paper in my life. It seemed like millions of dollars.
“ Hey bay, what’s up Delco?” I greeted them, taking a seat beside Tyga.
“ What’s good ma,” Delco responded.
“ Hey sexy,” my man replied, pausing the game and giving me a quick kiss. “What did you get today?”
“ Just some stuff for school, nothing
“ Hello Tyga,” shorty who had been working the pole earlier purred. She had changed into a little silver dress and was now working the room. She had some sexy bedroom eyes, and some big red lips that looked like they were made for sucking dick.
“ What’s your name ma?” I asked her.
“ Delicious,” she replied giving me a seductive smile. “We met the last time you came by.”
“ I remember,” I smiled back, giving her a suggestive look. “You think I could forget a body like yours.” I licked my lips. “You want to show a nigga some of your moves in my office in the back?”
“Sure thing.” She was smiling even bigger now. I had that effect on these stripper bitches in this joint. When they looked at me, they saw money and thought if they fucked the head nigga in charge they would be getting some of it. Stupid hoes.
I told my boy I would holler at him later and led shorty to my office in the back. I sat on the leather sofa and she started doing her thing. I slapped her on the ass and told her to nix the dancing and take her clothes off because I’d been watching her doing that shit all night and a nigga was just ready to get down to business. While she got undress, I unbuckled my pants and slipped out my junk. Shorty got down on her knees before me and slipped my dick in her warm, wet mouth. She bobbed up and down the dick and took it deep in the back of her throat. I fucked her in the mouth until I was close to nutting, and then slipped on a magnum and made her ride me until I came. She had a tight head game and pussy, so I took her number and promised to give her a call.
That night when I got home I immediately slipped in the shower . I was just happy Angel was already asleep, because a nigga did smell like he had been creeping. I dried off, slipped under the covers beside her and took her into my arms. She mumbled something unintelligible in her sleep and I kissed her on the forehead and ran my fingers through her hair. I wasn’t going to lie; I was really feeling this little shorty, that’s why I kept her around even though that wasn’t how I rolled. She was the baddest chick I knew. She had the tightest, best feeling pussy I ever fucked and I never enjoyed being in anyone’s company as much as I did hers. I definitely wouldn’t disrespect her for another bitch, but everyone knew variety is the spice of life.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ANGEL
After a day of back to school shopping with Keya I arrived at Tyga’s loft with my hands overflowing with shopping bags. My girl and I were heading into our senior year of high school in a couple of weeks and our gear had to be on point. I used my key to open the door and took the elevator up. I spent so much time at his spot my bay manned up and gave me a key. As soon as the elevator doors opened into the loft, I dumped my shopping bags on the floor. I’d been toting those things around all day and now I had a crick in my neck. My man and his best friend were lounging on the couch playing the PlayStation. The air in the apartment was saturated with the smell of weed, so I knew those two were probably burning that shit all day. When I left this morning they were busy counting money via a money counting machine. I swore I had never seen so much paper in my life. It seemed like millions of dollars.
“ Hey bay, what’s up Delco?” I greeted them, taking a seat beside Tyga.
“ What’s good ma,” Delco responded.
“ Hey sexy,” my man replied, pausing the game and giving me a quick kiss. “What did you get today?”
“ Just some stuff for school, nothing
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